Josh, a lonely trapeze artist, thinks he’s cursed. It’s an old family superstition. He can’t have sex on a day he flies or he’ll fall. Maybe that’s why he’s never had a steady boyfriend, though sometimes he dreams of one. In his show, a strange melody plays in the background. It follows him and surfaces from time to time on the street. When Josh’s uncle hears about the music, he tells his nephew to bring the old ring, passed down from generations since the time of the curse. Steve is a realtor who always reaches his goals, in sales or otherwise, and he moonlights as a dancer in an all-male review on The Strip. All his friends his age are married, and his best friend’s wife Genie wants to see him hitched, too. He’s a little bit challenged in the relationship department, though. He has some growing up to do, or maybe it’s his problem in bed, where he’s somewhat one-sided. Steve and Josh meet one crazy night when Josh breaks all the rules used to protect him from the curse. After that, he runs. If it wasn’t for Genie’s matchmaking, Josh and Steve might never see each other again. Though not yet ready for a boyfriend, Josh does need a realtor. What a good way for he and Steve to get to know each other, while Josh works up the courage to tell Steve about the curse. Still unaware of Josh’s problem, Steve falls in love with him. When Steve finds out about the curse thing, it’s a big disappointment, but he wants Josh anyway. There’s no doubt Josh is worth the wait. Maybe the curse isn’t real after all. Can lonely Josh overcome his fear of it? Can horndog Steve handle a curse? Is the answer in the ancient ring?

The Curse of Flight

“Come in.” Steve opened the door wide. “I need to sell this place.”


“Are you sure? You look angry. I don’t like that.” He wouldn’t put up with it either.


“No, come in.” A stiff smile burdened Steve’s face. “I’m happy to see you.” His upper lip twitched.


Josh’s hand, of its own accord, reached out and squeezed the guy’s shoulder. Solid muscle, like he remembered, but so tense. “Breath, buddy. You’re tight.” Steve didn’t listen to him. No exhalation. No slackening. No use, Josh dropped his hand.


Steve’s cheek quivered above his strong jaw. The dimple on his chin deepened. He gestured a welcome in.


Josh’s foot stepped forward against his better judgment. Passing by Steve, he caught the scent of salt, were there such thing. It brought him back to the night they met. What had he done to piss this guy off? His hand itched. Oh yeah, that, no wonder.


He took a quick look around. “I see why you called it a dump.”


Steve startled. “I didn’t say that.”


Chapter 12